Just wind, just wind.
translucent stratus-spotted sky
reflected in the wrong way white caps
of the mighty Columbia.
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Just wind, just wind,
clean scentless rushing in
through the pores, flushing out
the debris of fires, Covid and elections.
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Just wind, mighty tropical storm force wind
with no rain, no blowing dirt, just sky
blowing through the indian paintbrush
who dance like octopus arms in play.
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Just wind, powerful unthreatening wind
knocking me to the ground
tumbling over me like boulders landsliding
breaking the bones of habituated thoughts.
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Just wind, relentless wind
beach grass laughing in terror
like children on a rollercoaster
“Again, again again!”
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Just wind, my wind, I want to own it
to name it for me, to be it;
unaided, unabetted, unapologetic
known, remembered, and forgotten in the same instant.
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Just wind, sky chariot carrying me
Lifting me out of absorbed selfness
shattering shackles of the three times
unforming, unregressing, uncreating, unending.